What Blooms Beneath
By A. D. Ellis
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Kellan considers himself lucky to have an adequate existence on earth where, in the year 2044, common citizens toil under the oppressive thumb of a corrupt and unscrupulous government. Kellan dreams of becoming part of the Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences, but his application is continually denied because he has no extra-sapien blood. Kellan's simple reality shifts when Rhône unexpectedly enters his life.
Rhône, living in a camouflaged, underground village, never planned to get involved with an individual from the outer world. When Rhône and Kellan cross paths, there's no denying the attraction and pull between them. But there's something else, something more, just beneath the surface.
A hidden world and painful secrets are a potentially complicated blend. However, with Rhône by his side, enlightening details and unexplored powers provide Kellan with an opportunity for deep self-discovery. Will Kellan's open and accepting heart allow for an extraordinary love to bloom? Or will the vast differences between Kellan and Rhône take root and strangle any hope for a flourishing future?
**What Blooms Beneath is an LGBT+ Fantasy Romance featuring a pansexual male and genderqueer intersex individual.**
A. D. Ellis
Escape into addictive, sexy, emotional romance.A.D. Ellis is an Indiana girl, born and raised. She spends much of her time in central Indiana as an instructional coach/teacher in the inner city of Indianapolis, being a mom to two amazing teens, and wondering how she and her husband of nearly two decades haven't driven each other insane yet. A lot of her time is also devoted to phone call avoidance and her hatred of cooking.She loves chocolate, wine, pizza, and naps along with reading and writing romance. These loves don’t leave much time for housework, much to the chagrin of her husband. Who would pick cleaning the house over a nap or a good book? She uses any extra time to increase her fluency in sarcasm.A.D. uses she/they pronouns and identifies as "not straight" while still exploring labels. Queer, yes. Bisexual or pansexual, probably. Gray ace or demisexual, likely. Until something feels just right, they'll skip the exact labels.FREE books-- sign up at bit.ly/ADEllisNews for a FREE male/female romance.Sign up at http://www.subscribepage.com/ADEllisNewsMMRomance for a FREE male/male romance book.
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What Blooms Beneath - A. D. Ellis
INTRODUCTION
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR BEFORE YOU BEGIN READING-
Rhône is a genderqueer, intersex individual who uses gender neutral pronouns in this story. Rhône prefers they/them and zie/zir. They/them and zie/zir are used interchangeably in this story. Zie replaces he/she and zir replaces him/her. The author links to more information on gender neutral pronouns later in this note.
A note on intersex:
Information about real-world intersex individuals can be found at The Intersex Society of North America. http://www.isna.org/faq/what_is_intersex
One of the fictional parts of this story and where the author took liberties is that Popids have completely functioning male and female sex organs and systems, and that they aren’t subject to gender assignment surgeries as non-consenting infants and/or hormones trying to force their body to act a certain way.
Quoted from http://www.isna.org "The Intersex Society of North America (ISNA) is devoted to systemic change to end shame, secrecy, and unwanted genital surgeries for people born with an anatomy that someone decided is not standard for male or female.
We have learned from listening to individuals and families dealing with intersex that:
• Intersexuality is primarily a problem of stigma and trauma, not gender.
• Parents’ distress must not be treated by surgery on the child.
• Professional mental health care is essential.
• Honest, complete disclosure is good medicine.
• All children should be assigned as boy or girl, without early surgery."
A note on intersectionality:
Kellan and Rhône (like so many of us) have a great deal of intersectionality.
**https://www.dictionary.com/browse/intersectionality
**https://www.ywboston.org/2017/03/what-is-intersectionality-and-what-does-it-have-to-do-with-me/
A note on gender neutral pronouns:
The author used they/them and zie/zir pronouns for Rhône and other Popids. There are several other gender neutral pronouns. Read more here: https://uwm.edu/lgbtrc/support/gender-pronouns/
Also, the use of singular they is becoming (and should become) more used and accepted.
**https://public.oed.com/blog/a-brief-history-of-singular-they/
**https://www.grammarly.com/blog/use-the-singular-they/
**https://aceseditors.org/news/2017/ap-style-for-first-time-allows-use-of-they-as-singular-pronoun/
A note on gender-related terms:
A glossary of gender-related terms-
*https://www.hrc.org/resources/glossary-of-terms
*https://www.glaad.org/reference/lgbtq
*https://www.glaad.org/reference/transgender
Some other words it may be helpful to know:
• Enby- In the LGBTQ community, an enby is a nonbinary person. It's a phonetic pronunciation of NB, short for nonbinary, or people who do not identify their gender as male or female.
• Non-binary- An adjective describing a person who does not identify exclusively as a man or a woman. Non-binary people may identify as being both a man and a woman, somewhere in between, or as falling completely outside these categories. While many also identify as transgender, not all non-binary people do.
• Pansexual- Describes someone who has the potential for emotional, romantic or sexual attraction to people of any gender though not necessarily simultaneously, in the same way or to the same degree.
• Gender non-conforming - A broad term referring to people who do not behave in a way that conforms to the traditional expectations of their gender, or whose gender expression does not fit neatly into a category.
• Genderqueer - Genderqueer people typically reject notions of static categories of gender and embrace a fluidity of gender identity and often, though not always, sexual orientation. People who identify as genderqueer
may see themselves as being both male and female, neither male nor female or as falling completely outside these categories.
ONE
KELLAN ROBERTS
Earth, the year 2044
What is this place?
The words escaped, echoing in the damp cave before I could stop them.
The person in front of me stopped dead before turning. Dark eyes, wide and filled with fear, gazed in my direction.
How did you f-find your way here? Y-you shouldn’t be here.
I followed you from the Department of Natural Resources Preservation.
I shrugged. You left your soil sample. I tried to catch up, but couldn’t get your attention until you stopped here.
I glanced behind me to the waterfall I’d slipped behind to follow the object of my pursuit. In front of me, to my left, a ray of sunlight filtered through the rock wall and illuminated a purple haze behind the…person? Creature? Being? I wasn’t exactly sure. I wanted to say person; they looked very much like a human, but I couldn’t be sure.
Ah, yes, the sample. Um, well, thank you kindly. You may leave it there on that rock and be on your way.
He…? She…? Honestly, I wasn’t sure. Nothing worse than misgendering a person. For the time being, I’d go with the gender-neutral they or them. They threw a furtive glance over their shoulder toward a dark opening in the cave wall, hidden slightly by a large rock, before flipping long blond hair from their eyes. A very pale and serious face glared at me as if willing me to leave.
Wait, what’s your name? What university do you attend?
I took a step forward and immediately a warmth consumed my body despite the cool dampness of the cave.
University?
The head cocked. I don’t attend a university.
Oh, my bad, I just assumed since you were bringing in soil samples that you were a student. I work there most days as a custodian.
I stepped closer still and put out my hand. I’m Kellan Roberts, by the way.
The person stared at my hand as if it were a snake preparing to strike. Several awkward moments passed before a hand reached out to tentatively touch mine. Even in the dim light of the cave, I could see pale, almost translucent skin, highlighted by a barely-there purple shimmer. A pleasant current skittered up my arm when our hands touched.
I’m Rhône. Thank you for bringing me my bag, but I really must go.
Rhône snatched the bag before scurrying behind an enormous rock and disappearing.
Wait, don’t go,
I called out, but Rhône was gone.
For an entire week, I watched people coming and going at the Department of Natural Resources Preservation. I was a custodian with hopes of eventually taking enough classes and earning enough knowledge to be on staff, despite the government not usually allowing very many people to succeed in their choice of career. My real dream was to work in the Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences, but I’d failed every application I’d submitted. I simply had not an iota of paranormal, supernatural, or fantasy—extra-sapien—in my veins. Because the DNRP worked so closely with the DPSFS, I’d finally convinced myself that working with natural resources would be my next best bet.
For a week, I didn’t see Rhône at the DNRP, which was frustrating.
But the frustration turned to confusion, intrigue, and anxious wonder when I retraced the steps I’d taken on the day I followed Rhône and found not a single trace of the waterfall, the cave, the rocks, absolutely nothing.
Kellan, you clearly were trippin’ on some good shit,
Dayne, my ex-girlfriend but still somewhat close friend, stated when I shared the mystery.
Dayne and I had broken up for several reasons. First, she swore she wanted to set me free
because of my pansexuality. I honestly think Dayne just wanted the freedom to sleep around without feeling guilty. I likely loved her at some point but Dayne getting arrested for breaking and entering at the Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences clenched our separation. The government prohibited college education and career advancement to felons or their significant others.
See, me breaking up with you made things easier all around,
Dayne was always saying.
It made no sense how our government could claim to be a democracy and boast freedom and equality for all while being filled with the most corrupt and dirty leaders known to man. My parents said that my birth in 2016 was right on the cusp of world corruption and iniquity, which then took a gigantic turn for the worse. Twenty-eight years later, that wicked unscrupulousness had only worsened. The government claimed not allowing felons or their significant others to further their education or careers was an important step in keeping a balance in society. I saw it as yet another way for the privileged—those with the advantage of money, race, class, and the right family—to further themselves from those with no privilege. I often questioned how our society had changed in such polar ways. My parents spoke of the slow, almost stealthy ways the corruption of government had begun. And I had witnessed that same, almost imperceptible, change in my lifetime. However, there had also been drastically quick changes. And all for the worst. I’d once come across a nearly sixty-year-old book titled The Handmaid’s Tale, and the story very much reminded me of how the society of my birth had changed in such a terrifyingly swift and nefarious way. Many of the changes had taken place literally over night.
"I wasn’t trippin’ on anything, Dayne, I huffed.
I don’t do anything except the government-approved natural mood and health enhancers. I ran a hand over my coarse, black hair.
I swear to you, that waterfall and cave and person were there."
Dayne chewed on a perfectly polished fingernail and shook her long blonde locks. Kel, a waterfall and cave don’t just appear and disappear. They just don’t. Even if it was in an area you aren’t super familiar with, natural landforms don’t just show up one day and disappear the next.
She stood and wrapped her arms around my waist. You need to stop worrying about it. Maybe it was a dream. Maybe you got some bad pot. I know the government swears it’s high quality, but you know there’s still wacky weed out there. Come out with me and Steph; she’s got a hot-as-sin brother, and you two would be absolutely beautiful together. He’s super masc; no fem gay boys for you, right?
Her cackle grated on my last nerve. Removing her arms from my waist, I stepped away. Dayne, listen. I hate when you get all judgmental about people. For someone who supposedly ‘loves all types,’ you sure have a lot of types you don’t like. I won’t stand here and listen to you badmouth a feminine guy or a transgender person. I’m attracted to almost any person as long as they are good and kind.
I held my hand up to stop her when she started to protest. "I don’t want to come out with you and Steph. I don’t want you fixing me up with guys you think are right for me. I glanced at my phone.
Look, I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later." I left, probably rudely, but Dayne’s judgement had pissed me off.
I was early for my shift, but the option of going home held no appeal. My meager paycheck barely covered rent on my shabby apartment, food, bills, and the occasional splurge on entertainment or clothing. The government provided all workers with uniforms, and I often found myself wearing khaki pants, a light blue button-up, and brown boots even off the clock. I wasn’t living in poverty, but the government never really allowed anyone in my social class to thrive. Riches were saved for only the top echelon.
When I was a child, the country had divided—brutally and devastatingly for a large majority of the population. All businesses within the remaining region were government-run. States no longer existed. There was one government capital, and if you wanted any chance of surviving, let alone succeeding, you lived close to the government and worked for it in some way. Women and people of color were often allowed the same jobs as their white, male counterparts, but were paid less and expected to do more. It wasn’t fair, but a job was a job; a job meant survival. Survival wasn’t terribly difficult in the inner rings of the country, but succeeding beyond surviving didn’t happen for most.
So, when I found myself at the government pavilion, I glanced around at the large, concrete, three-story buildings and let my heavy thoughts weigh on me. Department of Defense, Department of Food and Agriculture, Department of Medicinal Natural Drugs, Department of Finance…the names went on and on, and the buildings stretched out before me, and each one housed several divisions and subdivisions of their larger department.
The Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences had developed, as I’d learned from years of research, in a roundabout way. A few years before I was born, from what I could gather, a government employee had exploited friendly connections he had with some members of the magic, supernatural, and paranormal world. The fantasy, paranormal, supernatural worlds and all of the subsections of them had existed for all time, but few acknowledged it. However, when this government employee exposed some of the members, a small sector of the population—mostly dirty government officials—decided to use the magic, supernatural, and paranormal worlds for their own good. The Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences was set up, mostly in the beginning as a façade so that the government could control them. Of course, bad apples existed in all walks of life, and some members of the extra-sapien worlds allowed themselves to be used by the government. But the vast majority of these worlds worked for good and spent much of their time fighting off the government and their dirty ways. Researching this information hadn’t been easy. Most of the mainstream publications would have a person believe that the government simply created DPSFS out of a progressive need to know more, to expand, to be more inclusive to all. But that was a load of bullshit. I found some articles, blogs, and anonymous interviews that told the real story of why DPSFS had come to be. And my parents and a few other older people had corroborated my research. I was glad DPSFS existed, and I felt such an incredible pull toward it, but I was also glad I knew the real reason why DPSFS had been created. It made me laugh to think that creating it had really backfired on the government, but they couldn’t backpedal and take it away once they’d made such a grand statement about its creation.
By the time I reached my building, I had unknowingly made up my mind. I would request a meeting with Doctor Maeve Winston. Dr. Winston was the highest power in the Department of Paranormal, Supernatural, and Fantasy Sciences. If anyone would know about the disappearing waterfall and cave, it was her. The question was, would she see me? And if she did, would she be willing to share information with a mere commoner?
TWO
Ah, now just what do we have here?
A small-in-stature, plump character bustled into the office where I sat in a chair across from a large desk. Dr. Winston had a high raspy voice, a face set to serious, almost white hair which contrasted beautifully with her dark skin, and deep brown eyes which sparkled like diamonds. She reminded me of images I’d seen of fairy godmothers in childhood tales.
Kellan Roberts, Dr. Winston. Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice.
I stood to shake her hand. I immediately knew I was in the presence of greatness. Her short stature by no means diminished her prominence.
She took my larger hand in her smaller, darker one. Maeve Winston hadn’t aged since the first time I saw her when I was a small boy. As the top authority on all things extra-sapien, she likely had access to some of the most amazing anti-aging charms and spells along with contact with immortal souls. It shouldn’t have been surprising she looked barely twenty-five when I knew she was at least sixty-seven, if not older.
It’s not polite to question an elder’s age, and call me Maeve,
she quipped, clearly reading my mind, as she squeezed my hand gently. She cocked her head to the side. Kellan Roberts,
she pondered while looking me up and down. Ah, yes, tenacious and determined Kellan Roberts. Not a member of the paranormal, supernatural, or fantasy worlds, but definitely an ally. I’ve found your continued application to the DPSFS inspiring. It really is a shame you’re not one of us.
She tapped her chin. What can I do for you today, Mr. Roberts?
I shifted in my chair, suddenly nervous. Would she believe me? Last week I followed someone. They had left their bag at the DNRP. I thought maybe it was an important soil sample.
Maeve listened, her face serene
I followed them behind a waterfall,
I